Phone Sex

The other night I went to play some hoops with friends and, after, shared a couple beers and some laughs.  Walking home, a sense of angst rushed over me.  I was tired, but I didn’t want to go there.  Alone, I realized I had no where else to go.  Friends had their own lives to get back to and I had my damn dog to walk.  Opening the door and into the darkness, miss fatty pants not so patiently waiting to go for peeps and a dump, I realized what was missing; it was Mark.

He’s been gone for some two weeks now.  We talk and keep up with each other’s goings on, but I miss his smile...I miss the way he reads my moods...I miss the warmth he brings to home...I miss the way he holds me tight...I miss HIM! 

Nightly chores out of the way, I lay on my bed, brain a bit fuzzy but refusing to shut down; I call him.  It’s already pretty late my time, but REALLY late his, yet he picked up on the first ring.  Obviously expecting me to break down, although I had told him earlier that I would be home late and talk to him next day. (Did I mention him knowing me?)

Regardless, we chitter’d about for a bit, but my brain, solely fixed on my libido, quickly tuned out his words as I concentrated on the timber of his voice to bring me to full stature.  I’m sure I must have sounded the complete whore as I heavily breathed into the phone, but I was beyond caring.  My mind’s eye had the two of us together, touching and feeling our ways to ecstasy, and I could give a God damn what I sounded.  Suddenly, Mark’s voice changed its rhythm, a heavier, thicker cadence from before, pulled me from my reverie. 

“You close?”

“So...God!” I reply

The next few minutes were spent luxuriating in our mutual beat off.  Each listening to the other, as we knowingly touched ourselves in such a way to quickly bring ourselves to a rich and fervent head.    Him groaning, I could sense his coming release.  I was right there with him, watching as his cock throbbed red and thick with anger.  The way his body, tense with desire, showed his every straining muscle popping with glory.  His hands; one stroking his length, as the other groped and massaged at his balls and scrotum, literally squeezing the orgasm out of his plump and thirsty loins.  I pictured his entire being contracting in on itself, readying him for what was sure to come, then, with sweet release came an opening up like that of a ripened flower past its time, slumped strong and heavy upon the bed covers.   A rushing “sigh” resonated over the phone, proving me right; knowing he’d spilled his seed all over his chest and abs, perhaps even jumping out to reach his manly chin as it enriched the stubble of his day’s growth of beard.  Thoughts of licking him up and down, savoring his musky dew, brought my own damn self to a head.  I felt IT in me, burning to get out, willing itself to grow hotter within me, expanding back for footing to explode from my cock and see the world from its highest point.  Toes curled, I was unwilling to let it go.  I didn’t want it to end; I didn’t want my time with Mark to go away.  I knew as soon I released, the spell would be broken and I would again be alone. 

The first seedling popped out from my head, lightly arching its way just past my button.  Sealing my fate, the rest soon came.  I tried and tried to shrink my cum back inside, but the cooker was well past done, and my spunk would not be denied.  Spurt after spurt shot far and wide, bursting in bright balls of creamy wet fun above me, only to splatter thick and heavy upon my sweaty frame. 

The spell was broken; I was released from our shared “place” and we grumbled our good-nights.  Finding a way to have my pudding sans the meat, I lapped at my goodness; cleaning myself to the last drop and, with a tired drunkenness, finally let sleeps sweet dreams take me away. 

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